by The Cowl Editor on October 5, 2017
Poetry
by Marisa Gonzalez ’18
Beneath the murk,
Beneath the sea,
A World is hidden,
From you and me.
From the surface
One could see
A web of branches
As wondrous as can be.
Underwater
There is more.
A whole garden
At its core.
Flowers grow.
Creatures roam.
For thousands
It is home.
Families form.
Children play.
A city thrives,
Growing every day.
Under the surface,
Just below your feet,
Is this world,
Hidden beneath.